Mackenzie’s POV
Walking back into Callan’s apartment, and all I want to do is fall into my bed and curl up in a ball. I’m so tired, and the sandwiches we grabbed on the way back to the apartment were hardly energy enthusing.
My body feels like I’ve run a marathon just from the magnitude of emotions that have rocketed through me since I woke up this morning. Actually from before then, I was already emotionally drained from trying to help Callan last night.
I tried to ask him if he was OK this morning but I don’t think he even remembers what happened and I’m not sure how to bring it up. Will he be embarrassed that I witnessed his nightmare? Angry that I entered his room without permission? Hell, he could feel violated as I climbed into bed with him, yes he asked me but he was still asleep
